Words once spent cannot be refunded,
And harsh words between lovers
Cut twice as deep. I can erase the horrible things I say,
But a wound is still left on you, the person I love the most.
I will clean and dress that wound for you, until it closes
And heals, and I will kiss it each day, until the pain fades away,
And leaves behind nothing but the tiny scar,
which we add to the collection of the scars we both bear,
And the list of trials and tribulations that have made our love stronger.
Knowing my words hurt you so, rips my intestines out trough my mouth,
Flays my skin with a razor made of salt, and dunks my feelings
In a vat of acid,
And it is what I deserve
For hurting someone who does so much for me,
And grants me the freedom to be me.
I can say I'm sorry until the frozen hell melts again,
And it wont make a difference,
I will instead, show you I am sorry,
From this day forward
I won't cut you again,
My goblin of cruel words is dead.
Your love helped me **** it.

Hands and fates intertwine as lovers kiss.
Fireworks crackle through the air, and love permeates the atmosphere.
But a mere kiss on the lips of another pales in comparison to the intensity and the familiarity of the love of the sea and the land.
No matter how many times the waves of the ocean must recede into the depths, they will always return to steal just one more kiss from the sand's ever awaiting lips.
The wave reaches out with it's foamy breakers to show the land that it is never out of reach.
And when it must once more retreat, it leaves a darkened mark upon the sand, just to keep the sweet memories alive.
This is one dance, that will always continue, until the very end of days.

Let me get what I want.
Just this once,
Let me have my day.
I have waited for so very long,
And now I sit idly in my desperation.
Waiting for magic to happen.
Waiting for a **** falling star to strike me.
Waiting for inspiration.
I don't even know what I am doing anymore.
I am lost, and confused.
I do what I do because it has been the same miserable routine that I have followed like clockwork.
I am breaking.
All my sympathy has melted
Only to replaced with frigid apathy and disdain.
So where is the fairness?
Where is the love in this fairy tale?
Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want.
Just this once.

Butterfly, butterfly
Such a beautiful sight
I'm drawing all these butterflies
To save my own life
No more of the cutting
Nothing with the burns
I am done with tying nooses
My butterflies will save my world

i used to think
is bad that im happier sleeping
because my dreams were where you were still mine
your words were lost
and warmth was misplaced
barriers were formed
and time ticked away
i reached back
to feel nothing but the emptiness that you left
until a spark
an open heart
helped me rise above
so guess what
you've been replaced